I loved how she always gave a deep, gluttural moan when I entered her. It was an incentive for me to get her to moan some more, so I started to move i... and out of her slippery pussy with slow movements. I tried to push my entire penis as deep inside of her as I could, feeling how the head of him would almost always reach her cervix, which made her moan in pleasure again. I smiled fiendishly as I really enjoyed how she became louder and noisier with each thrust, but I was however a bit concerned. It just seemed to come about because some of the women decided it was a good time to clean the wagons and their clothes and take advantage of the plentiful game and other bounties of nature ripe for the picking by our battered company of weary souls.Since I was in charge, I obviously could have called a stop to this unexpected development, but I allowed it to play out because it allowed us to build up our energy and stamina for the final leg across the coastal ridgeline and find a way to. I don't remember having a climax. I must have, because I was as high as a kite when we finally wound down. I know Steve came at some point, because of the jizz that flowed out of my pussy, pooled in my anus and dripped onto the towels. I don't think he noticed it when it happened, because he never stopped or slowed down. We just screwed at top speed until we were exhausted and then he collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, hugging him to me and trying to hold onto his cock. Other men continuously went by outside the door on their way to and from the urinals. Precious moments ticked by. I stood halfway up and reached into the pocket of my sports jacket, removing a bottle of liquid lube. I sat back down and squirted a bit on my right hand. I didn’t want too much because I wanted to avoid any juicy noises as I did this, wanted just enough to allow my hand to slide over my dick. I put the bottle in my shirt pocket in case I needed more. I looked down at my dick and.